A Time to Talk


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
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And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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KUCHH LOG JADA JANTE HAI

कुछ लोग जो ज़्यादा जानते हैं, इन्सान

Just Look Into My Eyes

Look into my eyes.

Tell me what you see.

It won't be happy.

It won't be p

Duniya bhi dekhi aur duniyadari bhi... dekhi maine hoti gaddaari bhi...

Duniya bhi dekhi aur duniyadari bhi dekhi...
dil par maine chalti hui dildaari bhi dekhi...

The Kiss That Was

have you ever had a kiss

that took you on a bliss

and left you with shaking knees

KHAYALO ME SIRF TUM HO

आज रात फिर ख़यालो में तुम हो,

आज फिर

KHWABO KA PARDA

Khwabon ka parda yaha par ab,

Ban

Today I Was...

Monday I was angry with the sun.

It was always in my eyes - no fun.

Tuesday I was

The Pain Of Goodbye

I could fill the oceans with the tears I've cried

Or cover the entire earth with blankets

"Enchanted"
Crawling on the
snake like curvy roads,
relishing every inch of
greens all around,
fe

Life in a Love
Escape me?
Never—
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world cont

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